Who is my Family? - Tucker Gergen

 I am the smart kid who does what he is told. I did not choose to be that kid, it just so happened that I got into Uni (thus the smartness), and that after 13 years of not doing what your parents tell you, you learn that there might be a benefit to listening to them. 

This was not always true though. I would have fake panic attacks and throw remotes at TVs, I would try to fake a sickness every week to get out of school to the point were my dad read me ‘The Boy Who Cried Wolf’. There was no ultimate revelation for any of these problems, I just grew out of my problems. 


My sister is the most normal or average out of my family, other than the fact that she is adopted. She is the typical annoying, nagging younger sister. She will ask questions till you fall asleep (because she is staying up longer than you), she will always be talking with her friends, and does good in most things except math. She almost feels out of place in this family. If we were a family on TV, she would be the most boring.


My mom is very fortunate and a little crazy. She had a nice job before giving birth to me, but my dad has brought in most of money for the family over the years. She says her occupation is farming, but if it loses us money every year and we do not expect to get out money back, I don’t call that a job, I call it a hobby.


Although she may not have a formal job, she does do work for the family. For my brother, my mom is the rule enforcer. For my sister, my mom is another friend. For my dad, she is a nice woman who might be going a little crazy. For me, she is my mom.


My dad is two kinds of people, work and family. He has gotten lucky and worked hard over the years to get a good job. He spends a lot of time working and on calls. This does not mean that family is sacrificed. He spends what time he can with his family, teaching the rules of football to by sister, talking to my brother on how to be a man, and I am lucky enough to have convinced him to talk about his work to me. From what I have gathered even my mom has not succeeded in that. 


He is one of the smartest/wisest men I have met. Might be more wisdom than smarts, but I have no clue. What I do know is that if anything is broken around the farm, he always knows how to fix it or what tool to buy. He hates getting contractors, because he can just do it himself. Although my mom does most of the work on the farm, it could not exist without my father.


Last and definitely least my brother. He is annoying and not in the cute way my sister is. He is dumb, and although I cannot hold someone’s intelligence against them, it can get annoying when talking to him. From a young age he was a rule breaker. Unlike me he never broke the habit. I would be lying if he isn’t getting better, but it does not change the fact that he is a little crazy. 


That last paragraph seems a little harsh against my brother, and it is. There are probably great things about my brother I would say about him in 5 years, but currently I don’t like him.


Sometimes I think whether or not if our family story would be a good TV show, and I think the answer is yes. Sometimes you don’t know what is going to happen and many times the expectation is that something bad is going to happen, but it doesn’t (can’t be good for the heart). I love my family, but I hate them at many times as I would expect other people too.


Comments

  1. I like how you roast most of your family besides your dad. For example your mom's job when you say "but if it loses us money every year and we do not expect to get out money back, I don’t call that a job, I call it a hobby" and calling both your siblings annoying. I think you are getting at a good point in the last paragraph that you do not know what might happen to them and what your last words to them may be. I think you could elaborate more in the last paragraph and maybe bring up the point of what you would do if something bad happened to them.

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